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Grabbing her chin, I bring her lips to mine for a slow kiss. Good girls get rewarded. "So, you're a wild pussy cat, huh?"
She chuckles. "Hush it, the last person that disrespected my name was never heard from again."
He huffs. "Okay, Fun Size, calm your tits. All I'm saying is you're a wild pussy cat, and I'm the hunter."
Lynx's laugh is in the top ten of best sounds that I've ever heard. She's got me twisted in knots. After our late night, early morning dinner we lay on the blanket, enjoying each other’s company and watching the planes that fly over our heads. Even though our bodies are barely touching, this might be the most intimate experience of my life. No words are spoken, they're not needed. We understand each other, what a rare and beautiful gift that is if you share that with someone.We fall asleep underthe stars, and only wake as the sun begins to peak over the horizon. Her laying in my arms like this with her long dark hair thrown all over my chest feels right. Like she belongs there.
Looking at the time on my phone, I let out a huge sigh. I've got to meet my hockey mentor, Flynn, in a couple of hours. He's become a very close friend of mine, not to mention one of the main reasons I was given a chance at Crestwood. Me letting him down will never be an option. He was in the pros until an injury took him out. Now he teaches art of all things at the school now, and from what he’s told me is crushing after one of his students.
Kissing her forehead, I reluctantly wake her up. "Rise and shine, Fun Size."
She groans. "What time is it?"
"8 AM." I yawn.
"Fuck." She jumps up quickly. "I have to be to work in an hour. Hurry it up, lover boy."
She's got clothes in her locker at work, so I don't have to drop her off at home. I haven’t asked her questions about Liliane yet, but I will. I've always wondered if the things my dad said about her were true.
Arriving at her job, Lynx jumps out of Lizzy Sue with barely a backwards glance. She wouldn't give me her number, but that's okay. I called myself from her phone when she went to the bathroom and saved that shit. Not to mention, the selfies I took while she was gone. Who doesn't have a lock code on their phone in 2023? My future girlfriend that's who.
Chapter 6
The Cold Hard Truth
June 2023
Every text and phone call I've placed to Lynx's phone has remained unanswered. She frustrates me, but I'll never give up. What we shared that night doesn't have to be a once in a lifetime event. -Hunter
Hunter
Lynx has blocked me from every social media platform multiple times, but surprisingly she hasn't blocked my number. Every time I make a new social account, I'm denied access into her life. Thegood morning beautifultexts I've sent her every day since February have remained unanswered. Sometimes I text her just to fill her in about my day. It baffles me that she reads every text, but never says anything back.
To say I'm pining is an understatement. I haven't told her about my dad's arrest yet. I'm still trying to process. Yesterday after a grueling training session on the ice with my mentor Flynn, our family lawyer showed up shortly before the feds brought me in for questioning.Dad is in deep shit this time. The accusations against him are not only for insider trading but also for supposedly embezzling funds from his shareholders. He's notmy favorite person so I don't give a shit. However, one of the stipulations to my probation is that I have to live with a legal guardian until I’m 21. Breaking that could land me in jail, and serving said jail time does not sound like a great time to me.
It’s one whole year until I turn 21. So, basically unless someone steps up, I'm fucked. The only nice thing my dad has ever done for me is move our permanent residency to Savannah so that I could play hockey. I've had my doubts as to why but didn't think too hard on it, since served us both.
I've seen Lynx a total of three times since Valentine's Day. The first time was when I saw on her Instagram that she was at a bar in Savannah with her friend Selene. My new friends and I showed up and the look of surprise on her face was almost comical. She thought it was a mere coincidence. However, it wasn't. She ignored me all night until the last song, then we danced.I can still feel her curvy body as she moved against me and we grinded on each other. Lynx has no clue how desirable she is, how beautiful. That makes her even more intriguing to me.
The second time our paths crossed, was possibly my favorite. It showed me that she still thinks about me as much as I do her. It's why I'll never stop until she's mine, because every other attempt to see her has been thwarted. I decided to visit Lynx at her job instead because she wouldn’t be able to escape me from there.I’m an asshole and made sure she was my waitress. My little spitfire was pissed about it, too. Lynx was not having it. When she saw me, her back stiffened, and her glare was thunderous. I loved every minute of it. It felt good to know she was frustrated because that's what I've been in a constant state of.
It’s there at the diner, that I got to meet her dipshit ex-boyfriend, Tyler. He was eating there with his new girlfriend, Eliza, who is a condescending rich bitch, by the way. Being abillionaire's son, I've known my fair share of them.I thought Tyler was gonna lose his shit when I grabbed Lynx in a passionate kiss.Fucker. Eliza stared daggers at Lynx afterward, then tried to hit me up on Instagram. I blocked her ass after reading her message and replying,how could you think that I would want you after being with Lynx?I would have loved to have seen her face when she read that. It's the truth, Fun Size is the real deal.
The last time I got to see her was last month when at her school. I walked right into her class like I belong there. She’s super smart and is taking summer classes. The classrooms at this college are smaller, but large enough that the professor never realized I was even there. However, Lynx did. When she thought I wasn't looking, her expression said it all. It matched mine. We long to be together, I don't know why she fights it so hard. After class, we walked out together, never saying a word and I kissed her forehead quickly, then walked away after.
I haven't tried to see her again because I'm trying to give her space to miss me. However, every day like clockwork, I still text her good morning, good night, or anything else I might decide to say that day.
Wiping the sweat from my hands, I walk into our lawyer's office building. My nerves are shot. I’m here to discuss the list of guardians willing to help me out in my predicament. My heartbeat is in my throat. Butterflies are taking a shit in my belly. Only one thought is on a constant loop in my mind. For once it’s not my night with Lynx. What if the guardian is somebody from my mother's side?
Her secretary calls me into her office. "Veronica will be with you shortly, she's been held up at trial as a verdict for one of her cases has just come in."
Giving her a polite nod, my patience is running thin. I don’t want to have to wait, because I’d prefer to know the answer tomy future now as opposed to later. However, there is nothing else I can do but wait.
Taking out my phone, I log into my fake accounts. What is my naughty little Lynx doing today? She has posted nothing new in hours. The minutes tick by slowly, which allows my nerves to get the best of me. I start walking around Veronica’s office, and begin inspecting her multiple college degrees, pictures of her family, etc. It does little to take my mind from the situation at hand. Hearing a commotion outside I sit down before anyone can see me snooping.
An older woman opens the door, almost frantically. Her salt and pepper hair is pulled back in a tight bun. She's pretty and I'm willing to bet she doesn't look her age. The secretary who is visibly upset comes rushing in after her. “Ma'am, you can't just come into this office. You will need to make an appointment first.”
The intruder smiles at the woman, her eyes are cold as steel. “That's where you're wrong. I'm here to visit my grandson.” She turns to me then; her gaze softens as it lands on me. That's when I notice her eyes. Just like my mother’s, our eyes are the same. This is Odessa Claybourne-Gable, my mother's mother. My grandmother.
